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PostSubject: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Thu Jul 06, 2017 2:01 am


    The separation of symbols, actions and emotions is one that is hotly contested by many a philosopher,’ mused Inari to himself as he casually groused around his immediate surrounds: green grass, open azure sky – complete with beckoning silver bootprints to furnish the summers day adequately with freeform mercurial substance. It t’was the ideal occasion to entertain idle musings and whimsical occupations to burn the hourglass ‘til dusk spirited the dawns remaining lights away. His mind felt like a cave at the present moment, surrounded by such open expanses Inari could not help but compare his scattered thoughts to shadows dancing on a great cavernous stone wall. Stretching out, he took the time to move his body through customary exercises to fully brush away the cobwebs of slumber. In his sabbath, Inari found that the normal pursuits of idle interest such as browsing the tabled thoughts of intellectuals past or repast within easel and paintbrush eluded him. Nor was his spirit of ire sufficiently roused to face the streets in all their suburban glory. Instead Inari found himself feeling dutifully drawn towards the field of scholarship so completely interested in the individual so as to title itself: self-improvement.
    Of course, Rising Wolf Academy was hardly an instutition to harbour an individual completely opposed to the principles of this discipline and it would hardly benefit the sponsors who brought him to such an illustrious station to allow their gifts to waste as he dallied with other idle interests. He found that like many things, one the zietgiest of the occupation possessed limb, sinew, bone and marrow it was simple enough to throw oneself into the murky waters. Parting his legs so that the angle between his inner thighs far surpassed the crook of door and frame, Inari reached out towards the east, his body unwillingly uncoiling from the prior nights slothful postures. He held the position, physiology emitting a slow and terrible scream as flesh burned in plight. Inari waited twenty drops of hourglass before relinquishing the position before moving now towards the north and fell across his right leg. For whatever reason this one was far less admissible to the ideals of training that the other and resisted him for much longer until he felt able to complete the exercise in its entirety.
    Soon he was able to graduate from merely wrapping fingers betwixt kneecap and Achilles to fully supplementing the sole of the foot with the palm of his hand. This too, he maintained for another twenty seconds before allowing it to lapse. Inari did his utmost to ignore the complaints and pleas for respite which is musculature provided in plenty – determined to shore up the vitality of the individual in order to ensure greater likelihood of success in victory. On occasion within fields of combat, a trial might happen across the combatants should the conditions of this trial be fulfilled. Between two crossed blades, given equal aptitude and determination, a war of attrition might commence. Wherein both sides would trade resources, and the win condition to such a situation was to either outsmart your opponent – something which was unreliable and could equally apply to you should the opponent have better intellectual facilities than yourself. But simply, if you could outlast them in the long winter of the war, once the springtime festivities had died down and the long gruelling battle commenced. Inari had sometimes thought of this occasion poetically as the ‘Trial of the Long Knives’ wherein two opponents stood face to face with blades in their hands and instead of cutting the other, were forced to cut themselves. The rule was simple, each time your opponent made a stroke, you to had to equal their efforts. Such a metaphor better reflected the hardship and complete dissonance a war of attrition contained when compared to the glory and honour which often held hands in association with the initial stages of victory. To Inari, these concepts were more or less empty ideals designed to ignite the blood of the younger generates. To incite the oni spirits within the blood, time lost meaning for a while as he leaned backwards, supporting his weight with only the tips of his toes and outstretched fingers as he body lay upraised in the sun, trembling with the effort. The only thing that mattered when an individual lay down their gowns and frocks of polite society and hoisted the instruments of battle -spears, shields, firearms, catapults, poisons, information- was that one fell and the other stayed standing strong.

    Standing up, the pallid shaper of metal allowed his eyes to stray from the depth of the pale sky towards his surrounds, drinking them in. The Combat Training Facility at Rising Wolf Academy offered a variety of options for an individual to occupy oneself with and Inari was ever of the opinion that the grass gardens were of the most superior of the options. Albeit, he had found a downside in that often couples were attracted to the same privacy that he himself craved when opting for such an option but this was a minor inconvenience for him, and far more of a damper for the ardour that the couples sought to express for the other in their affectionate embraces. While it was not beneath him to disturb these primal dances which led towards the formation of the beast of two backs, Inari could not help but condemn their choice of location. For one thing, the romance would be simply unattainable from his perspective. It would be a ghost that slipped 'tween material hands and fingers, but was ultimately discarded in favour for the rampant fulfilment of the most base of urges. Inari understood the impulse, after all, how else had humanity survived so long if not for this form of effective, if somewhat selective, imitation of immortality. But also understand that by the rules of natural selection, someone such as him who had been born with a weak heart was not a true candidate for the breeding program as Mother Nature would have envisioned it. Gaia might be seen as a benevolent force but she was not without her irks and if there was one thing she did not understand, comprehend or tolerate, it was weakness in her children. Rotating his skull, Inari sighed in satisfaction as the vertebrate rang out a pleasant crack. He paced the perimeter of the small field, first tracing out the confines with full contact of his feet, maintaining an easy pace as he adjusted his ankles to the sporadic allocation and reallocation of weight. Then he graduated into something resembling a light jog, lighting his knees and springing from the ground on the balls of his feet and then sprinted until lack of oxygen took his spirit and he calmed the rate of exercise, reversing the process now. Ultimately, he was just killing time until he expected guest arrived. Any time now.
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PostSubject: Re: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Thu Jul 06, 2017 2:47 am

Walls have ears.
Doors have eyes.
Trees have voices.
Beasts tell lies.
Beware the rain.
Beware the snow.
Beware the man
You think you know. - Catherine Fisher

Within the Mind
There was a fear of power within the heart of every man. It was a truth that no one could deny, and even those who thought themselves immune were lost to it in some way. It was the fact that power was an arbitrary concept, holding no solid definition other than a way to describe it. The people whom thought that they held some sliver of safety often times found themselves lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the truth of the situation. For the general populous, power was the government and the military. The idea that "Big Brother" was watching them, listening to their every word and monitoring their every movement. Such an idea was crass and outlandish, as the belief that they'd have the need to do such a thing was such a far-fetched idea that it could only bring chuckles from those who thought otherwise. Still, it said quite a bit about the average man. The lack of control in what brought anxiety was the base of this fear, and the things that caused anxiety was the power. For some it was the knowledge that they could not directly influence those who were monitoring them to some extent. For others, it was the idea that they could not control people with the power they already had. For Tenshi, it was the idea that his power would not be enough. It wasn't a fear in the sense of an overwhelming sense of dread, nor was it something that loomed in the back of his conscious mind eating away at his thoughts and ideals. It was a subconscious factor, part of what had driven him to such lengths in the hopes to improve.

Such desires to gain more power and attain greater heights had been driven in part by this subconscious fear. It had been this very desire that had helped push him to the point he was at now, having attained a strength that surpassed even some of the teachers. It was still no where close to the level he needed to attain, but it was something that he could be proud of none the less. It was proof that his chipping away at the wall before him was making progress. He had broken through the structure, and on the other side lay a forest. The forest before him was rife with paths, some well trodden and others barely there. For every entrance, there were a thousand places that remained closed. It was this point of someones journey where they must decide whether or not they would follow paths more traveled, finding themselves an easier journey and a quicker arrival to territory in which they could safely expand. If not, the only other decision was where there was no opening. For a man like Tenshi, it had been a simple choice. To go the route of another would mean that he'd have to follow in their footsteps. No individual had ever done what he wished to accomplish, so why would he begin to hope that a predetermined way would help him along his goal? It would only be by carving his own way that he'd ever be able to grasp his ideals, and so he strode with confidence to the metaphorical woods before him. He was in his own mind, but it felt real. This was going to be the decision that shaped the rest of his life. Once he stepped into the woods, there was no going back.

He walked along the edge of the forest as far as he could, looking along the denser parts until he found himself out of sight of any previously discovered path. Once he found himself in that position he continued on still, his mental journey taking him miles away. Here, he looked ahead. Through the trees, as far as he could, he found no places where they were less dense. This non-existent forest of choices was like a funnel, leading up to the mountain ahead. Before you got to the base, there was a shrinking area before you. The closer you were to the paths of the others, the sooner it would be that you found yourself breaking through on trodden ground. If you're going to do something, go all the way. The words of the great Charles Bukowski found themselves summed up in his head in a single sentence, and with that thought, he began forward. There was no going back now.

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Tenshi stepped through the doors that led him to the Gardens, a place within the Combat Training Facility that he normally tried to avoid. There was no predisposed hatred for nature, nor did he feel as though he would gain less from being exposed to the elements while he trained. It was a hope to not disturb such beautiful ground that had kept him from it. Though his abilities were not too destructive, there were members of the school who could quite literally scorch the garden to the grounds. He wished to avoid such things happening to such a beautiful strip of land. Still, one of his beloved underclassmen had approached him after the Student Council meeting in hopes of getting some training in, who was Tenshi to say no? The members of the School, as well as the Council, had no idea the heights in which the president had reached. It was not as if they had the chance to, nor was it expected of them. Inari likely hadn't known that he'd approached the best man for the task, and he himself was a man who respected someone who was willing to be upfront about their ambitions. If he wished to get stronger, the Student Council president would make him stronger.

Walking in as the junior sprinted away from him, he grinned and watched in silence. Standing tall, chin tilted up and arms held straight to his sides, he had a way of looking both firm yet relaxed. As the mans sprint came to a halt and he began sprinting backwards, Tenshi would raise an arm to grab his attention. Though he was now technically in front of his junior, he was still off to the side with plenty of plants and decoration in the way. To expect him to notice the newcomer right away would be a stretch of the imagination. "Hey there, Inari." His voice held its usual upbeat tone, though it was hard to place a finger on its origin. He seemed to have a knack for sounding as if he was in a good mood, almost amused. That was not to say that his voice had any demeaning qualities, it was simply an aspect of the man. "It looks like you're still warming up. Shall I give you a few minutes before we begin?" He had not his gloves, as those would be overkill and unnecessary for the task at hand. Instead, he'd use only his martial arts skills and any techniques he found a need for. As Inari began to respond, Tenshi would begin walking in his direction in the hopes of cutting the distance between them down, thus eliminating the need to call out to one another consistently.
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PostSubject: Re: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Thu Jul 06, 2017 3:31 am

    A divine directive, Inari decided as his body slowly acclimatised itself to activity and enabled the cognitive process to drift away from the cordination of muscle to pull taunt and relax over bone, for sinew to contract and tendon to remain rigid in its place. For the mitochondria to convert oxygen, various nutrients and adenosine triphosphate into the energy building blocks of the cell which would later burn out into lactic acid products - to either be flushed from the system or re-consumed by the pyruvate energy production pathway. Something Inari was want to avoid, given the pain that was often associated with excessive consumption of energy once it had started. Some had argued that conformity with the virtues requires obeying the divine law. Or has Inari argued, some form of directive against something or someone. A command given by an overriding entity which dictated an individuals truest course. Of course a divine law requires the existence of God, as the divine lawgiver. Some, including Inari himself, would make the argument that as we have by and large given up on the existence of a divine being that should we not also depart from the port of belief that such a thing as an imperial directive or divine command existed. That we should also give up the use of moral terms that are derived from a theistic worldview.
    Inari would argue that morality was never dependant on the existence of such a being in the first place, as there were obvious contractions to such a statement. Those who would consider themselves strong proponents of this viewpoint might formulate a statement formulated around the claim that moral statements -variable x is obligatory- are defined in terms of theological statements -therefore variable x has been commanded by God. At the other end of the spectrum is the view that the commands of God are coextensive with the demands of morality. God’s commands do not determine morality, but rather inform us about its content. However, in Inari's viewpoint there was often an inconsistency as an implication of the theory is that if God was truly benevolent, he would not, and indeed cannot, command cruelty for its own sake. Some would argue that this implication is inconsistent with the belief that God is omnipotent. But it was to Inari whose formulation of the theory cared little for the issues riddled like mouldy cheese within some formulations. For when his view on the matter had been challenged, he had responded; “There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” For to Inari, if one had the capability to command oneself so that they could receive a message of such impact presence so as to be labelled a 'commandment' or directive, then surely was not that person equivalent to the attributes so given to the hypothetical divine entity. And neither alive nor dead, there was no man or woman so capable of commanding another as they were themselves. To each to their own, one's thoughts made their own reality and Inari would forever defend that right as his own or anyone else's.
    In his peripheral vision, the aspect of motion disrupted his musings and he broke out of the run to begin to warm down whilst as the man spoke - his visage becoming more noticeable as he approached from the plants which swarmed the area with their verdant coverings. "Well met, Tenshi." Inari replied in the same volume given the stretch of distance between them. Inclining his head at the upperclassman as he approached. He appeared to have honoured the request that the less able student had submitted to him for consideration. If one was being charitable: a mutual exchange of services for the prospect of self-improvement. If they withheld this virtue and instead chose to display matters purely on the purview of pithy witticism and the reductionist tendencies that were oft associated: it was closer to a plea for assistance. Regardless of how Tenshi had viewed the communication, it appeared that he would deign to provide for the member of the Student Council. An investment perhaps, one that he could not be truthfully faulted for. It was hardly a crime for a man to seek the betterment of those he was responsible for, after all, the capability of those who followed him would reflect back, like a mirror shone by the actions of others. Taking some measures to ensure that those who cared for this mirror and cleaned its surface would do so well skill, grace, speed and precision. Coming to a halt in his pacing as Tenshi approached, Inari brushed off the grey singlet he wore and the black shorts which were considered standard wear in the Combat Training Facility, or the Gym was it was sometimes colloquially known amongst the students of Inari's grade. "And waste your time?" Inari panted, shaking his head in admonishment. "My limbs are groomed enough to service this arena," he groused idly. Bending down to retie his laces, noticing that the left had shown the tendency to come slightly undone as of late. "If you have no preparations of your own to perform; I am prepared."
    Rising upwards, Inari would gravitate towards the other side of the arena, eyeing the boundary, as it were. Made up more of flora than anything else, the far corner would provide something of a landing pad given the probability of being bodily thrown from the confines of the twenty meter square. However he was sure that there would be ample opportunity for Tenshi to physically display his prowess over him. Inari was nothing if not crippled without the presence of the Moon, and he relished the favourable circumstance presented for him to practise without its presence. As he adopted his preferred stance, fists clenched, one extended, one curled by his side, feet shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent, Inari considered the battle before him. Did he have a directive to win here, he wondered. Could he do so? The answer was not favourable, so instead he decided on a different command. Offering the curt soliders salute to Tenshi whenever he was ready, Inari spoke. "On the count of three, shall we?"
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PostSubject: Re: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Thu Jul 06, 2017 1:06 pm

Inari was an odd man, that much was for sure. His method of speaking varied so greatly from the average person, let alone a student in his more influential years of life, that he hardly knew what to make of it. It wasn't that he didn't understand the words coming out of his underclassman's mouth, but rather was at a loss for reasons of why he'd have such a way of speaking at all. It was one of those things where Tenshi wished that the files in which the school kept of its students were more intricate, holding greater detail into the lives of their students. While such a thing would most certainly be argued as a breach of trust and authority, it was hard for him to not have some minor curiosity in the students he worked with, let alone one in which he had entered such close proximity. Still, Tenshi felt it would be best to drag himself back to the present. He could dance and dally in the fact that this junior had an immense vocabulary and was obviously willing to show it off, or he could focus on what this junior was actually saying. Regardless of the words he chose, the meaning behind them was still the same. He didn't dare waste Tenshi's time, and for that he couldn't help but let out a short and prominent laugh. "There is no such thing as wasted time." It was a curt statement, but one that held fathoms of depth into his mind, should Inari wish to dive in that direction. Regardless, he would spend no more time on it. The younger male had made his readiness apparent, and Tenshi would respect that fully.

"On the count of three, shall we?"

His words were met with a nod as Tenshi slid down into a fighting stance, this one more akin to a more fluid style than what he'd shown in the past. His body was turned to its non dominant side, his left leg leading just past his shoulder and his left arm down the side of his body, bent inwards at his rib cage to bend slightly over his stomach. His right arm was drawn back, elbow bent inwards and fist resting just outside his cheek. Both his fists were only partially closed, his stance quickly shifting back and forth to keep his movement nimble. His passing on the chance to warm his body up was in no way a disrespectful thing, but rather it was due to him not thinking it necessary. Stiffness came from stagnation. Sitting around for a long period of time, or laying, would cause the muscles to contract and stiffen. If one stayed in motion, they remained limber to jump into action. Since he had been working all day, his muscles had no time to lose their elasticity. He was ready here and now. "Sounds good." With that said, Tenshi would do a quick scan of his peers fighting stance before beginning the count. "One... Two..." As he counted, his rocking continued, but it seemed to be on a rhythm. With this pace, the moment he said "Three," his rocking would have him leaning towards Inari, allowing him to burst forward into a sprint. Tenshi's speed was immense, closing the distance between them in just over a seconds time.

As the distance was deemed null by the speed, he'd open the training off. With the sudden movement and immense speed, Tenshi had planned to initially catch Inari off guard, thus hoping to delay a sudden response to retreat. If that had worked, and Inari was still there, the attack would commence. Planting his left foot forward and directing his weight forward to the balls of his feet, he'd twist his body to deliver a spinning back kick to Inari's chest, or whatever was protecting that spot. The power was dulled though, with Tenshi withholding most of his strength. The force would be enough to slam Inari back a meter or two, but not enough to knock the wind out of him if braced for. The blow was aimed for the upper chest, not the sternum or any sort of area of weak constitution that would allow for the internal organs to be damaged. This attack would be hitting the rib cage where the bone was designed to take the most damage. There would be bruising, pain, and possibly annoyance, but nothing that would end the fight or put Inari at a major disadvantage. If there was a requirement to alter his movements than he would, given enough time. Otherwise, assuming the blow landed, Tenshi would place his foot back down and then stand tall, watching his classmate as he landed and giving him time to refocus himself and potentially plan a counter attack.
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PostSubject: Re: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Thu Jul 06, 2017 11:19 pm

    Flowing within Inari's views was the twined genetic viscera of the statesman and a salesman, snakeoil and tiger balm. If any questioned the Blacksmith novice's linguistic canon, the tenants of his parents had related directly towards their own occupational peculiarities and his own upbringing was thusly influenced. Differences within the magna carta of an individual could be levelled upon many different outcropings of circumstance: socio-ecionomic, educational, ethnically, even where someone was born within the provincial outlay of a city state could relate to the quality of life they had had. Quality of life had direct implications onto their footprint within the arena of scholarship. Syntax was merely a conversational marker of such a life, blessed with greenfather virtues of tolerance and compassion. Inari was merely a vessel for such windfalls and just now as he refused to needlessly squander the opportunity which Tenshi's presence represented. A tangible spectre of achievement, a being whom internalised and represented excellence in mine shafts of growth the Blacksmith had yet to even explore. It was not remotely akin to the desperate desire to imitate, or even to spend excessive amounts of time around an individual in hopes that some meagre portion of their prodigious nimbus would be imparted to them by virtue of companionship alone. Nay, not such was Inari's intention here. For there was beauty within the inches of life and death, wonder in the boyish exchange of blows and salvation in the testing of oneself. Tenshi was but a crucible in this setting, and he would reforge Inari into something stronger. A being better capable of performing withing his service. That there were differences within their perspectives was a given, but was that not also something worthy of appreciation in of itself? The statement that Tenshi had provided was short and truncated, indicating an absolute belief in the statement. A cornerstone of his ethos which no eros or psychos was likely to dissuade. Not that Inari was particularly inclined to. He would rather digest the statement, consume it within the mighty harvest of his consciousness and see what became of such a pathos of life. It bespoke an individual to whom any effort could be considered a victory. As long as they were moving forwards, or perhaps not even that.
    The different in perspectives could even be reduced down to that one of them focused entirely on the road ahead of them, forever looking into the distance. Searching for the finish line, never fully appreciating that life was a race run at your own pace and finishing first never got you any medal beyond what anyone else received: a lasting, final cold embrace. The last one any man, woman or child has ever known. Instead, enjoy the scenery and relish in the glory of the sidepaths of life. In some respects it could almost be seen as contradictory to the fundamental ethos of Rising Wolf but nevertheless it had excelled where others had failed and dropped out. This was of course assuming Inari had internalised this viewpoint correctly, a task he was fully capable of being judged on being unsuccessful. He was not lacking in hubris to consider his deductive ability beyond reproach and did not hide from introspective contemplation of failure. Nonetheless he appreciated the opportunity to examine another expression of Godhood's maxims.


    His opponent occupied a more fluid body posture that Inari could hope to compete with, and as such settled himself for merely predicting the likely actions that would come from such expression of aggression. The countdown begun and Inari timed his breathing now, allowing each beat of his heart to pulse in tandem with the undulation of the diaphragm. On two, he exhaled through his nose, adopting a shorter breathing pattern, more suited to maintain a buffer of oxygen to the body but simultaneously maintaining a strong presence of carbon dioxide in the blood. If he was winded whilst in such a state the effects would be markedly less impact on his composure as he had much less oxygen to lose to such a blow and hence would recover faster as he was already prepared to operate in such an environment. On three, Inari knew that to survive he would not be able to continuously react to the attacks of Tenshi as plying stratagems onto such a field of battle held little chance of success. He had to predict to respond correctly, assuming that Tenshi favoured himself as the superior combatant Inari waited until the man spurred into action. Take up the mask of the Aggressor he did, closing the distance between them at a roaring pace - Inari's upperclassman's strides consuming the space between them hungrily. Such greedy ferocity took the younger opponent back, and indeed he reacted poorly, the plan shattering like broken glass before a delinquent's instrument of property devastation. 'No plan survives first contact with the enemy,' he grimly reminded himself as the mind stopped attempting to tell the body what to do and Inari instinctively reacted to the roundhouse kick.

    Curling himself downwards into a duck, Inari attempted to slide beneath the sweep of his opponents leg whilst replying in his own fashion. Immediately transferring his weight onto his hands, Inari balanced himself adeptly on the palms of his hands and hooked his legs in an arc towards his opponents ankle, legs moving in the opposite direction to Tenshi's own - attempting to utilise the upperclassman's own momentum of motion against him and spill him onto the floor where he would have less options to attack Inari. From here, Inari prepared two plans of action for himself should this either fail or succeed. If it was a failure by lieu of a jump, no matter how small Inari would attempt to capitalise on the momentary period of time when his opponent would be unable to judge without resorting to less conventional memes - darting forwards by swinging himself off his hands and attempting to lash out with a sharp kick to unbalance him. However should he succeed or fail by some yet unknown means he would merely roll backwards and spring onto his feet, ready to respond to further assault.
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PostSubject: Re: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Fri Jul 07, 2017 3:44 pm

As the distance between the two began to become increasingly null, his opponent seemed to look shocked and frustrated by the situation. It was likely that he was completely caught off guard, though that wasn't precisely a surprise. Tenshi was likely the most powerful student currently in the school, making what he was capable of far beyond what most of the student body was use to dealing with. If he added his techniques to the mix, his skill was deadly indeed. His speed meant that the students who wished to compete with him must act preemptively. Even if they had absolutely perfect reaction time, zero delay even for the signals that had to flow through their optic nerve, they'd have to begin reacting before they had anything to actually react to. While Tenshi knew not whether or not this student had any experience in combat before this school, he knew that the young man had at least thought ahead enough for that. As Tenshi had gotten near the opponent, the younger student had already begun curling inward, ensuring that Tenshi's leg would pass directly over him. The act was well done, something that Tenshi couldn't currently avert without using a technique. It was something that he could have altered his movements for if he had begun acting before the kick was sent, but such foresight was not used for this attack. Instead, Tenshi began acting for what would likely come next. Even without his eyes on the enemy, it was something that martial artists all over the world would do when they ducked a kick with such skill.

Tenshi began to curl his body forward, and as his leg was swept he was already moving forward with his upper body. With his body already already curving, as his leg was swept he was able to kick his leg forward, the momentum beginning to turn his body. Bringing his kicking leg in and using the momentum of his swept leg to bring it into his body as well, Tenshi rolled on his back. Using his hands and arms as a spring, he pushed himself so that he'd land upon his feet. The momentum allowed him to roll upon his feet, having taken little to no damage by using the enemies movements to his advantage. As he found himself on his feet, hands still on the ground to put him in the position of a track star preparing to run, Tenshi saw as the underclassman sprung up to his feet. The distance between them was only a few meters now, and the Student Council president had immediately retaken his fluid fighting style. His left arm over his body, his right arm near his jaw.

Smooth movements, quick to act. How does he do under pressure?

Waiting but a moment after they both regained footing, a grin passed to Tenshi's face as he shot forward again. After two steps, the air between them took up only a meter. Slamming his left foot forward, a seasoned fighter who wished to react ahead of time would likely expect them to twist their body and send a right hook. Instead, Tenshi would twist his body to its right, sending a left straight. His left arm crossed over his body, coming at Inari from an angle that hoped to allow the upperclassman's knuckles to connect with his cheek. The punch was not at full force, but that was not meant to imply that he was holding back any power. For Inari, it would feel as if he was being punched in the face by a classmate, enough force to knock him back if not daze him. Unlike last time in which Tenshi released much of his control over his own body when he went to one leg, this time was meant to allow him a quick follow up. If he landed the blow, he'd follow up with a quick front heel kick, aimed for the chest of the man whose face would be twisted to the side. This would knock Inari back, but he'd be able to get back up as Tenshi would not be following it up. If he chose to dodge and weave while staying within range, Tenshi would react as quickly as possible with a suitable followup. He was going to lay some pressure down on Inari now to see how his underclassman would react. Would he break, or would he harden?
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PostSubject: Re: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Sat Jul 08, 2017 4:16 am

    When an actor went to war, seeking to see their enemies driven before them and relish in the lamentations of the womenfolk, be that actor a man, a nation or a world - there were five constant factors which even the most rambunctious of tacticians paid their homage to when they sought to invoke the most grandiose of allies: a crafty campaign. In the same way that early contemplation of the universe had theorised that the founding stones of reality lay on four basal elements, all of creation therein being merely a songline of these four notes so was the campaign grounded in reality by five pillars of stability. The mortal law, wherein an actor within the campaign had motivation and drive to seek out victory. For if a blade was not reinforced by the determination to see his opponent felled, or a fist not driven by intrinsic as well as extrinsic momentum, what was it but a meaningless gesture? Inari balanced on a knifes edge in his campaign against Tenshi, for on one edge lay jagged edges of despair and depression at the sheer differential between the two students capacity for action. Helplessly throwing himself into this fell pit would never determine into an outcome favourably for him. On the other side of the wall, he could disrespect that gap and allow his confidence to get the better of him and capitulated on his own self-esteem through the smallest of victories. Even one that Tenshi purposefully allowed him in order to lull the Blacksmith into a false sense of achievement. Such was the discipline warfare required and it was an exacting line, exacting a toll on mind and body. The second of these lay in a more nuanced and abstract clime. One that was oft politic and unusually hard to capture so as to ensure it remained on their side. Lady fortune and her affections were fickle maidens to court and would easily be spurned through little more than a small misstep in the intricate dance of the celestial beings. Her presence for Inari was inconsequential and it would be a cruel twist of providence that serendipity would determine the outcome of this training session. The earth and lay of the land always bore consideration and Inari found himself somewhat at a loss on this. For the playing field was flat, and ultimately provided little leverage to either party - for the time being. However as the playing field could more or less be considered a neutral party than its presence would favour the stronger opponent and so it was that Inari found his first criticism for a crafty campaign. Should the opportunity arise to provide himself with a more favourable position to attack and defend from he would take it. Such was the strategic nature of the high ground. Of course, the commander himself of such a force might was not above the scouring gaze of inspect. Such an admiral of a mighty vessel -the people's purpose, or a man's mission for revenge- must be able to formulate a path to victory and strive to return bearing laurel wreaths celebrating his triumphs but also know when to admit defeat and avoid sunk costs from worsening the resounding cataclysm of failure. Such a captain had need of many virtues, namely; curiosity - Curiosity seeks to annihilate itself; there is no curiosity that does not want an answer. It is the burning itch to know that is higher than a solemn vow to pursue truth, in all its myriad forms. In the same vein, he must be able to practise relinquishment of his beliefs and forever surrender previously maintained comprehension to the void lest it be proven truthful. Again he must be mentally agile, able to consider, act and debate with mercurial acuity. Moderation in all things must be maintained, and there was no use practising such diligence to the truth without providing a suitable platform for it to be presented on. Simplicity in ones beliefs could not be overstated, for whilst there was a time and a place to lengthy discourse, an operating maxim through which one interacted with the world was not one. Humility in the face of defeat played directly in line with lightness and relinquishment. Precision and scholarship were without want for explanation, for the world was always in need of accurate marksman and the world was nothing if not interconnected. It merely required the able mind to see these causal chains. The last was nameless and defied explanation. Every step of your reasoning must cut through to the correct answer in the same movement. Such was the intention to win, and it was this virtue above all that the commander should seek to exemplify. Admittedly, Inari was in so position to expound on these viewpoints to anyone, let alone debate their merits or disadvantages. However, for the space of the next few minutes he could trial run his beliefs and theories regarding combat against possibly the worthiest of opponents within the scholastic system of Rising Wolf. Save for the faculty of course, those matchups would be hilariously one sided and regardless of however cleverly a campaign might be crafted there were some battles which could not be won. Even the most criminally insane of gamblers would peer at such a pairing on the arena card and not dare to take such a chance. Even the winds of fortune would not see the student a victory, save the teacher were to purposefully forfeit the fight. However for the sake of argument such high variance occurrences were oft the subject of discount from the polling booth. A null hypothesis which provided little room for argument either for or against if anything provided for debate would be discarded purely on the basis of the highest reaches of the universal probabilistic set. But now, how to set out using this crafty skillset that promised the less experienced combatant the opportunity to hopefully provide an equal training experience.


    Foiled, Inari quickly relinquished his previous aspirations of foiling his opponents movements and quickly found himself once again merely trading resources. At this point they were both looking for information, and at the very moment that neither stratagem worked in either's favour advantage could only be weighed on on the token of whom had aquired the most reconnaissance on the other fighter. At this point, debating to himself about what measure of information he had leaked about himself was pointless and instead he could only respond abruptly based on the evidence-base newly acquired for his perusal. Tenshi favoured a confrontational approach, and sought to broaden the advantage by leveraging the experience and power differential. However he would not be so uncanny as to not expect the same gambit as before. Unless...


    Facing towards Tenshi, the Blacksmith decided to gamble. 'If you can make one heap of all your winnings /And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, ' Instead of running away, Inari also charged towards his opponent well aware that this gamble required careful execution to be performed without punishment but was prepared to risk the pain of injury to push himself beyond the limits of what he was currently capable of. To pursue impossible, a distant fluttering white kite in a great broad cruel cerulean sky. Instead of requiring only two steps to reach the meter mark to Inari, the pair only had to take one now as both parties had bolted towards the other - albeit Tenshi considerably quicker off the mark. Using the momentum he had built up in the two paces he had taken towards his opponent, Inari dared not to allow his body to freeze up on him as he pivoted towards Tenshi, the right hook coming towards him slightly off course as the younger combatant curled his fists and ducked low and swung towards the solar plexus of his opponent in a quick jab with his right hand as he attempted to step inside Tenshi's guard and then moved to block the expected oncoming blow with his left palm towards his exposed side as he attempted to smoothly disengage from the brief trade - however he expected that his would hardly go unpunished.


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PostSubject: Re: riding all the time with (senpai) [Training/Tenshi]   Sun Jul 09, 2017 5:16 pm

The sparring partner had proven that he was not one to just stand and take a beating from anyone. This was a good sign, and the main thing in which Tenshi was currently testing. If Inari was going to just give up the moment something didn't work, or when he saw some of Tenshi's physical ability, than he would be no more than a pawn. Instead, he decided to prove that there was a spark inside of him, something in which he was willing to light up for their fight and demonstrate that he was not one to just sit by idly and allow people to try and best him in any competition. It was an admirable quality, one that was difficult to find in people no matter where you looked. Even in a place such as Rising Wolf where one would expect there to be an abundance of confidence and people wishing to shatter the mold, there was only disappointment. These students and teachers had spent most if not their entire lives with the idea that power was given the ability to rule, and those below it should merely bend and adhere to the will of the superior. It wasn't entirely wrong in some aspects, but it completely eliminated the ability for growth. Once you placed yourself behind another, it because a simple thing to find yourself no longer trying to best your past. No longer would you choose to try to be better than you had been the day prior. Instead, you would base your growth off of the gap between you and the individual. You would subconsciously place yourself behind them, using them as a measure of success rather than a bump along the path. It was at that point that people could find themselves stagnate, unable to surmount the wall in which they had inadvertently created for themselves. It was easy to pick out that fallacy within combat, as you could then pick out the moves in which the person chose in which had the least resistance. It was these people who would throw fights, give up on battles, or allow themselves to be caught up completely in a losing strategy out of mere frustration. It was this exact thing that he had been looking for in Inari, hoping to judge the boy completely. What he saw instead was a fighter who wished to make a point, to stand strong against the wall in front of him and look past it. His destination was not Tenshi, but something much higher.

As Tenshi shot in, quicker off the mark than Inari, Inari had begun to move forward too. If Inari was quicker, or had he begun at the same time, the distance Tenshi needed to travel may indeed have shrunk. Instead, the man still had to take two steps, Inari coming up much closer than originally though. In the moment, the plan would still be the same. The hesitation that offered the threat of a right hook had made Inari react in kind, ducking to the left to try to avoid it coming as he prepared his own attack. As Inari ducked and leaned ever so slightly away from the expected right hook, Tenshi's left straight shot with ferocity. While Inari was further in and moving at a weird angle, Tenshi needed only adapt for this. His fist cut further down, adjusting for both the difference in height and the adjustment of Inari's head as it continued in its motion. His fist collided with the juniors cheek, knocking his head down and to Tenshi's right. With the motion behind the movements before his fist connected, it wouldn't be insane to expect Inari's legs to buckle, or for him to immediately attempt to reel back. As that happened, Tenshi leaned back on his back leg, lifting his front leg and slamming the heel forward. If Inari had indeed reeled back after the punch, the heel would collide with his chest or stomach area, causing him to fall back or stumble. If he had buckled, the heel would collide with the underclassman's face- Unless he'd collapsed completely, in which case the foot would pass over and then stomp down on the underclassman's back. It would not be enough force to break bones, but the wind could very well be knocked out of him, and the leverage would allow Tenshi to pin him there, ending the sparring match even if only temporarily.
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